"Sweet dreams" he wished, as I laid down my head
On the warm, doughed pillow on the table.
He looked at me with a smile, and more,
A cool satisfaction that underlies his mein.
"Take all the time you need." he grinned.
But before I slept he pulled from his pocket
White sand, sweet as candy, so strong
I could taste through eyes and mind,
And layered it so especially down
Atop my pillowy beignet, and I dreamt,
Of chicory, cafe au lait, and beignets in trios,
While brass and drum sang lullabies.
This is a dream I never want to leave.
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Higher Education
PoetryThere comes a point in every person's life where they must move on. I'm trying...by God I'm trying. And this is how I try. By moving on and moving out...to higher education. This is my third collection of poetry, each piece written when my mind and...
